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New Years Eve 2014

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Wednesday, 31-Dec-13

New Years… it’s one of my favorite holidays, though I honestly can’t really tell you why.  I think it’s partially because it’s a time for new beginnings, and it has a “people should make out!” element added into the countdown.  Ohh, and popping champagne corks is always nice too.

So this year, Daniel hosted New Years… I think he held is last year too, but I’m not 100% sure.  Either way, it was EXCELLENT!

I dressed up, as usual, in my Kurta from Jig and Dave’s wedding… if anyone hasn’t seen a Kurta before, look it up quick – they’re amazing.  Very bright colored and lots of sequins… not the best with dreads, I’ll admit, but I survived and thrived non-the-less.  Mine was bright emerald, with perfect aquamarine fancy slippers, so I was definitely the belle of the ball for this one night.

The party night itself was a bit of a  blur – Terese and I took the train out, since the plan was to crash at Daniel’s place anyways, so there was no concern about cars or parking or any of that nonsense.  The train was completely packed, but that’s just the price you have to expect to pay on New Years Eve.  Nothing too bad, though I was a bit saddened by the lack of crazy people or interestingly dressed folks riding with us.

Instead, we got to the party, helped set up, and then proceeded to party down!  There wasn’t one overarching story to the party, so let me sum it up with a few fun points:

  • We had TONS of random and amazing drinks – Daniel and I both spent time playing bartender, though I have to say that I’m pretty sure that my Baileys and Frangelico coffee was basically the best thing ever.  I did make that, right?  Not a dream?  Hmm….
  • Brian (Daniel’s brother) and Mike LeVasseur were both able to make it out from Florida and California, respectively.  Thus, lots of time was spent catching up and hearing about various enterprises.  Damn, both of those guys are getting stuff done!
  • Terese pulled off a VERY nice outfit… I do enjoy events where people dress up.  It’s fun, and is a good excuse to play the fancy card.
  • The countdown was awesome, and lots of champagne was drank by all.  Daniel, I apologize for how messy your floor must have gotten.  My bad.
  • Some people are nice guys, and feel bad about crashing in bed with a girl who’s ex is in the same room with them.  Mike and I are not nice guys, so when the nice guy is drunk and just wants to sleep, we drag him to the room and toss him in the bed with the girl (they’re both clothed, don’t worry about it.  He’s a gentleman) and leave the annoyingly drunk ex to deal with it himself.  Laughs were had by all.  And high-fives.

The night ended well, basically with all of us crashing at random places throughout the house.  Terese and I found ourselves in the downstairs bedroom, on a sleeping pad that Daniel had laid out.  It wasn’t the most comfy thing ever, especially when on a hardwood floor instead of outside in the forest, but it was definitely acceptable, and we slept pretty well.  Very well, when you count everyone getting up constantly, people leaving at 5 in the morning, and the partiers outside.

 

Thursday, 01-Jan-14

The next morning started slowly and painfully… but honestly not nearly as painfully as I expected.  Chirag and I were the first ones away (technically Brian was, since he came downstairs, but that doesn’t count because he went back to sleep), followed quickly by Terese.  After I got up and put Terese back to bed, we got dressed and headed out for a constitutional… AKA a walk to Dunkin Donuts to get stuff for everyone.

Was a nice walk, doubly-so for seeing everyone taking the walk of shame, or being painfully hungover waiting for their coffee.  We got a box of coffee and a ton of donuts, said hi to a few police officers who were just too tired to deal with any of this shit, and headed back to start making breakfast.

Three Bostwicks later, everyone was awake and downstairs, eating bacon and sausage and eggs and other delicious concoctions.  The day went quickly from there, leading us on a few light adventures as we tried to shake the hangovers.  The Hobbit was watched, snacks were had, and the new year started out with a nicely comfortable sigh.

The T Reunion – Friday

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Friday, 06JUL12

 

I met T when we were both freshmen at Northeastern, and from the first day that we hung out we became fast friends. But for some insane reason, I hadn’t seen him for more than two days since I’d returned from New Zealand!

That probably had something to do with the fact that he lived down in Connecticut now, but no matter – this weekend he was driving back up to Boston. And we were going to make it an epic weekend full of rocking out, hanging out with friend we hadn’t seen, and possibly going on a few adventures.

Friday night started out as hectic as anything that I plan does – We barely had time for a quick “whats up man? How was the drive?” before T and I were packed back into his car and hurtling down the road towards Boston. It was 5:30, and the plan was to catch the last showing of the new movie Brave in Boston before heading out to dinner. The problem was that the last showing was at 7:15, and we would have to deal with traffic, picking up Allison, and a Red Socks game once we got into Boston. And so, we drove.

We somehow made it into the city with a full 15min to spare, meeting up with Chirag in the lobby and rushing in to somehow find ourselves some rather amazing seats, even though we got in barely before the credits. And to the movie’s credit, it was amazing. Thankfully there weren’t any annoying babies or screaming ‘tweens in the theater to distract us, and we were able to actually lay back and enjoy the movie – and I quite enjoyed it, especially the fully-celtic soundtrack.

Afterwards we headed off to invade California Pizza Kitchen. Daniel and Mike met us there, and Mike started off what would become his new theme – ordering not one chicken quesadilla, nor two… but five complete appetizer platters of quesadillas. We nearly made it into a challenge for our poor waitress, who we ended up getting to know quite well, trying to get the quesadillas out before Mike could finish the last one. Here’s a hint – she wasn’t able to out-pace him until the fifth, and that was only because the kitchen had officially closed at that point.

From CPK, we followed Daniel to a bar called Flash that was right down the road. And when I say “right down the road” I mean three miles, give or take. And when I say “a bar”, I mean “blatantly a gay bar”. Daniel still won’t admit it, but when 90% of the patrons of the bar are extremely well-dressed and well-groomed men sitting quite close to each other, you get an idea. And when the bar specializes in fruity cosmopolitans, you get a stronger idea. Yes, I’m sure we’re being sexist and prejudice, but… it was a good thing to rag on Daniel for, especially since he had just led us on a forced march through downtown Boston.

And no matter the “orientation” of the bar – it was fun. The drinks were interesting and we had a blast throwing ice at each other and mocking Daniel for his choice in drinking establishments. The background music left a bit to be desired, I’ll admit, but we more than made up for that with our sceaming laughter and ice-throwing.

The night did have to end though, and so soon enough we were heading back to the car to get some sleep to recharge for the bout of bar-crawling that was planned for Saturday. Unfortunately though, our nights adventures didn’t end when we left Flash.

As we left the neighborhood that Flash was located in, we passed by a group of guys smoking and chilling, slowly walking the same way we were. I thought nothing of it, but it seems that I missed a key interation – Allison was wearing a rather sexy outfit, and none of us caught the raunchy comment that the guys made. Allison did though, and by the time I realized that she was being awfully quiet the guys had been left behind a few blocks back. While they were gone though, the damage remained. Allison was not doing ok with their comments, and I can’t blame her – from what she said they were rather impressively douchy. I just wish that us guys had heard them – there were four of them, yeah… but four of us too. And I feel that Daniel and myself could account for at least one and a half drunken douches each.

But the moment had passed, and so we got back into the car and headed back towards Westwood and Medway, wrongly assuming that the nights adventures had come to a close. Well, we were proven wrong when I timed a yellow light a bit wrong, and ended up getting caught in the following Red Light. “Ohh well, will be more careful next time” I thought to myself. Then I looked, and saw the car on the cross street that I had passed – a cop car. Now, with it’s lights flashing.

So I pulled over and got ready for a nice fat ticket that none of us could afford. All three of us (Allison, T, and myself) were unemployed, and with our luck this guy would completely throw the book at us. With all she’d already been through that night, Allison just gave up and lay down in the back seat, after asking how much this would end up costing her.

But I kept my head, and followed all of the rules for dealing with cops:

  • Be Honest – I told him that I miss-timed the yellow light, and that I won’t do it again
  • Be Polite – I never once addressed him by anything other than “officer” or “sir”
  • Be humble – I was the most apologetic and regretful wimp you’ve ever seen.

And… it worked. After taking my liscence the officer came back, and before I could even hand him the registration he had told us to be on our way. “Be more careful next time. Happy early birthday” was all he said.